dolorian

brown eyes and deep-buried blade games brighten the black diamonds scattered in my mind. in hers something quickens, slithers and sets the curve at the edges of a smile that i know shrinks from the deadspace of the past. i blink and look away, swearing that i heard something but knowing too well that her lips hadn't moved at all. she turns and throws a spell my way. i feel it spin out as my pulse flips the red to spiderwebbed veins and something subtle grazes skin and skims my senses. she does not know it. her powered and clown getstured movements dissolve resolve and the weathered will that i call my own. i move to speak on it, but an absent backlash seeps from within her and strikes out with a subtlety only known in realms of fiction or dream. i try to read it but a wall goes up, a kind of cold coal-colored thing that wraps itself around her like a tenored terror blanket of white noise which tells me some things are better left unsaid. i give a glare and a sigh and it slides away, knowing it hides her and knowing that blight and bright-backed thoughts have no measure being lovers.

-it's a secret

i can't believe i've kept these... all of them... after all this time. Kira would kill me if she knew who wrote this and who i've been thinking about.

having a fever is kinda cool. it makes me think weird things. i think i'm hearing voices too. sweet